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S'e kisha njoft veten
Po sdi pse quditna kur s'e njoh hala
Cdo dite e njoftoj veten me veten
Kom pritje edhe e paragjykoj is ni
T'huj

By Rreze Hoxha
Albanian poem
This is an experiment
designed to put us out of
our misery and what 'this' is
is hard to tell, to explain it,
well
we could try.

The lab coats with the stethoscopes and
the things that bleep when we go to sleep.

The digital thermometer that measures,
(haha) asif
the temperature.

OCD is just the way I do and
the things I see,
CDO is better though.

The hypodermic terminal
the point at the end of
a fine needle,
they stick it in and
pull the pin
boom, back to the
operations room.
Keisha Felix Aug 2018
There are cracks from
the remains of your soul.
Normally I would want to
avoid them, you know,
because of the CDO,
but with you, I want to fall,
through the cracks,
be swallowed whole
by the damage she did to it.

Facts: I want to climb inside,
And sit there for a while,
And say your favourite lines,
from your favourite book,
That you lost and don't want to find,
I want to tell her that we hate her.
we, because two merged as one,
The moment I laid my eyes upon
the scarlet letter written across
your skin,dark,and with permanent ink

I want to be wrapped up in your veins,
comforted by your blood stains,
The other day you described your ideal
moment of peace, so that's what I'll be,

I will become the perfectly green,
perfectly cut grass, and I will be the lightness of the waterfall behind the trees,
I will be nothing more than your death.
So that every. single. morning.
Our souls resurrect all over again.
And you forget she was ever there.

— The End —